Dragon Slayer Magic Novels & Stories

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.

Magic is using essence and energy to apply change to the outside world. Essence comes from the body composed of blood and cells while energy refers to the elements such as fire and lightning. Soul power can also be categorized in the energy section. When a practitioner cast magic, he just wields the essence and energy to whatever form he wills like simple fireballs and ice cones; easy and nameless. But spells needs an activation code to use such as "Fire art, Heavenly Conflagration" and "Ice art, Freezing Abyss". In literal terms, magic has no system but spells is systematic. Thus, ends the tutorial for beginners about magic and spells.

Astrid said, smiling slyly. "Try it! You will be caught soon. In the magic tower, there is a Dragon Slayer who uses dragon stone magic power! The Dragon Slayer is powerful and incomparable to other sorcerers. Fake sorcerer and sorceress like you won't be able to fight the dragon slayer," Collins stammered angrily. Astrid's smile grew wider. "Al, can you search them and take magic badges from their bodies?" asked Astrid with a sweet smile. Collins' face turned pale.

“Slate!” Nya shouted, helping lower the dragon king to the ground. She bent down next to him, not sure what to do. The arrow still protruded from his chest, near his heart, and the blood was spreading quickly. Staring into his eyes, she thought about the Heart of Magic. “Can’t the stone save you?” she asked. “Can’t you call upon the power from the Heart of Magic to heal you?”

“What is it Cayd?” “Let them tell you,” he says softly. “Your dragon’s magic has given us both a child,” GoldMoon says. “We are both pregnant,” Lucero says. “The last of their kind, Silver and gold, Will be more than one, When this prophecy is told.” I say the words out loud, remembering but never believing that it could happen. I mean, I’ve learned that dragon magic is powerful, but this? “Magic did that?” I ask. “Your magic, Dragon Madelyn. The magic of dragons is very powerful. I can already feel the protective glamor of our land getting stronger, just because dragons have returned.”

I never expected it to do more. “Why now?” Dagen demands. I meet his eyes finally. “Because if I didn’t… she would’ve killed me. Because you demanded I fucking fight and something, somewhere inside of me snapped and did what you asked!” Silence falls again. Dagen doesn’t look away, but something in his gaze shifts. Not anger. Not disgust. Something more dangerous. Curiosity. Calculation. “Magic like that,” Rael says, choosing his words carefully, “doesn’t just appear. It’s blood-bound. Lineage. Ancestral.”

He wanted his cousin. He slammed his palm onto Daryl’s chest, forcing his magic not into the Prisoner but into the thread of his bloodline. A desperate gamble. If their blood was truly rare enough to chain monsters, then maybe — just maybe — it could resist them too. For an instant, the silver dimmed. Daryl’s own voice broke through: “Killian— don’t— let go—” And then the Prisoner roared, using his body like a weapon, flinging Killian backward into the crypt wall hard enough to crack stone.

Jude began, but Slade interjected before he could finish. "No!" he exclaimed, then gasped, clutching his heart and murmuring, "I'm fine," as I stepped forward. I raised an eyebrow at him, grumbling, "Just let yourself be helped, you arrogant ass. You always have to play the hero." "You can't use your magic," Slade said. "And why not?" Jude and I spoke simultaneously. "You'll tire out, and considering the size of the forest, I doubt you'd be able to take out all of them."

Drake's face twitched, the word sounded familiar but he couldn't tell how. “Yes, you see it is not something you can find, it is something you create with the blood and fire of two dragons, and not just any dragons… two dragons who share a bond so deep and powerful that even magic cannot sever it.” she said as her eyes traveled between the two of them. Elaina and Drake exchanged looks of understanding. It was their love she was talking about. Giselle watched the silent exchange, a knowing look in her eyes. “Love is a powerful nemesis to magic and if it's strong enough, it can break through every spell. If you think yours meets the requirement then we can figure out a way to get past the guar

I didn’t tell him to run. As the sky darkened, signaling dusk, the air tensed with anticipation. Then, the first wave hit. The woods split open, a wall of silver-armoured Slayers crashing through the undergrowth. Runes flashed, blinding, as their blades swung. Arrows whistled. I reached for the current, feeling the anchor in my chest, my magic humming instead of burning. Kael half-shifted, growling, blocking me. “Stay behind me.” “Not a chance.”